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Chapter 22 – Immortality


“Immortal,” Buffy repeated in confusion. “Like…I’m going to live forever-
Immortal?”

“God, Buffy, I’m so sorry! I was just being selfish, and I didn’t think how
this may affect you, and I-“

“Spike!” Buffy yelled, interrupting his rant. “Am I going to live forever?”

“Yes,” Spike said softly, averting his eyes.

Buffy stood in shock for a few seconds before practically assaulting his
lips with hers.

Spike stumbled backward into the railing of the porch before wrapping his
arms around her small waist. Pulling Buffy closer to him, his tongue brushing
against hers, eliciting a moan from her as her arms wrapped around his neck.
Buffy slowly pulled away, lightly sucking on Spike’s bottom lip before
separating.

“So, I take it by that little display, you’re not angry with me,” Spike said
with a soft smile as he played with her hair.

“I get to be with you,” Buffy said softly. “That’s all that matters.”

“And if you outlive everyone-“

“I might do that anyway,” Buffy murmured. “I’ll have you.”


* * * * *

An hour later, after an exhaustive talk with the rest of the group, Buffy
and Spike finally made their way up to Buffy’s old bedroom.

The sun was about to rise as Buffy slowly removed her clothes before
falling into the bed with a sigh. Spike stared at the beautiful woman in
front of him as he removed his shirt. Various bruises and shallow cuts
covered both of them, but neither noticed as Spike crawled into bed next to
her.

“So,” he said softly, tracing a hand along her shoulder. “I’m guessing
you’re too tired to do anything tonight,” he finished with a smile.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding,” Buffy said with a giggle as she rolled
over to straddle his naked body. “We just had the battle of a lifetime, and
I didn’t get the killing blow,” she said with a smile. “I have some
frustration to work off.”

Spike growled as she rocked her hips against his, teasing him as she brushed
against his painfully hard erection. She slowly leaned forward, claiming
his mouth as she let her fingernails scratch lightly along the ridges of his
abdomen.

Buffy broke away from his lips, proceeding to kiss her way down his body, his
stomach tensing and releasing as she ran her tongue along his abs. His hips
raised toward her, causing her to look up with a smile as his fingers
tangled in her hair as he stared into her eyes.

She slowly trailed downward before being jerked up his body and flipped
over. She gasped as she found herself pinned against the mattress, his lips
capturing hers in an emotional kiss as he slowly left her lips to move down
her body.

“I was going to do this for you,” Buffy panted softly as he ran his tongue
along her stomach, letting it dip in her navel as he smiled.

“What can I say?” he asked with a playful shrug. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Buffy gasped as he gently bit her inner thigh with his blunt teeth before
letting his tongue slip out to taste her. Separating her folds, Buffy
moaned as her fingers weaved through his hair before his tongue delved into
her depths. Buffy cried out in pleasure as her hips arched off the bed,
writhing against him as his hands slipped around her body to pull her even
closer to him.

Her orgasm seemed to crash into her as he continued to worship her with his
talented tongue. She tried to control her cries of pleasure as his hand
moved to her stomach, trying to draw out her climax before she finally
seemed to collapse beneath him.

He smiled as he crawled up her body, meeting her lips in a tender kiss as he
pressed his rigid shaft against her thigh. Breaking away, Buffy reached her
hand in between their bodies as she positioned him at her opening, arching
her hips slightly to give him the not-so-subtle hint.

Spike thrust into her wet opening, both moaning at the contact. Buffy let
her hands come up to his shoulders, pulling him toward her for another kiss
as his hand came up to catch one of hers, interlacing their fingers.

Buffy smiled at the tender gesture as Spike took long, sure strokes, causing
Buffy to arch against him, needing to feel more.

His other hand slowly caught hers, pinning both of her hands to the mattress
next to her face as he continued to move inside of her. Buffy realized what
he was doing as he crushed his lips to hers. He was trying to dissuade the
demon from coming to the surface by being more dominant than usual.

Buffy moaned as the tightening in her body was threatening to release.
“Please, Spike,” she whispered, frantically pushing against him.

The whispered request was too much for Spike as his demon flashed to the
surface. He quickly turned his head away so Buffy wouldn’t have to see.

“Spike,” she moaned, causing him to look at her against his better
judgment. “Kiss me.”

“Buffy-“

“Just kiss me.”

Closing his eyes, his lips met hers, the demon battling for control as his
fangs brushed against her lips, lightly scratching them. Breaking away,
Spike shook his head, not sure how long he could control himself with the
slight tang of her blood that coated his tongue.

“Spike, I love you,” Buffy whispered, causing his yellow eyes to turn back
to her. “I love all of you. It doesn’t bother me.”

Spike could feel himself begin to lose control as Buffy bared her neck to
him. “Please,” she said softly.

It nearly sent him over the edge as he sunk his fangs into her neck, pulling
lightly at her blood and sending them both soaring into powerful orgasms.
Buffy screamed out in pleasure, calling out Spike’s name as he emptied
himself inside of her.

Breaking away, their movements stilled as Spike’s forehead pressed against
hers, his human face now firmly in place. He could hear her heartbeat
frantically trying to slow down as her breathing became more controlled.

After a moment, Spike went back to her neck, lightly cleaning the wound that
he had reopened. Buffy moaned at the soft feel of his tongue brushing over
her skin. Pulling out of her after a moment, Spike rolled them so Buffy was
lying on his chest, keeping her as close to him as possible.

“I get this forever?” Buffy asked with a smile as Spike looked down into her
vivid eyes.

“Absolutely,” he murmured, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss.

“I love you, Spike,” Buffy whispered when they broke away.

“I love you. Happy birthday, Buffy.” She looked at him in confusion.
“It’s technically May twenty-second,” he said, gesturing to the faint glow
of sunlight that was radiating around the curtains. “Happy birthday.”





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